Favorite Memories
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- Wendy Elkis Girnis, Class of 1977
1959 was a busy year; Fidel Castro came into power, the Barbie doll was launched, Alaska and Hawaii became the 49th and 50th states respectively, most of my classmates, the class of '77, were born, and Wetson's Hamburgers began.
- Karl Schweitzer, Class of 1981
Mid-Island Plaza was more than just an assortment of stores. It was a place where people could shop for a variety of goods and services in one area. Gone were Huettners and Spiros Department Stores, and the widening of downtown Hicksville was on the horizon. Malls and shopping plazas were designed as social hubs, places where people could come together, spend time, and, of course, shop.
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- Karl Schweitzer, Class of 1981
Hicksville Hotels were the end of the line for the Railroad and a Boom for the Hicksville Community.
Hicksville was a place where the middle class made their home and it was the population boom of the 1950s that doubled, then tripled its population. Schools were built faster than anywhere on Long Island.
- Karl Schweitzer, Class of 1981
In the field of amateur sports, one has reached a fine point of development on Long Island and one rarely reported as a sport. For over 81 years, the Hicksville Fire Department hosted the Invitational Parade and Drill on Labor Day weekend, which has become the most watched event across New York State. The Hicksville community can claim distinction as the oldest hosting community across the entire state, with a larger spectator attendance than the statewide competition. However, it was more than just a competition between volunteer firefighters.
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- Susan Schuler Nolan, Class of 1977
One of my favorite places growing up as a child in Hicksville was the Farmer’s Market.
It meant time spent riding the carousel, mugging in the Fun House mirror, and watching “The Three Stooges” with my older sister. All while our parents would shop. It meant eating fresh grapes, chocolate pops, and cinnamon babka. All were surrounded by the sights and smells of fresh vegetables, sawdust, and barrels of pickles. It was an exotic place where you could meet neighbors and friends on a Friday night. A true suburban bazaar.
- Susan Schuler Nolan, Class of 1977
What’s there now: There is still shopping taking place on that large site in Bethpage. Just not as eclectic and exciting as it used to be.
